Kafka's eyes flicked briefly to Abigaille, catching the envious glint in her gaze as her hips rocked faster against his thigh, her pussy leaving a slick, glistening trail, her body trembling with a frustrated, desperate need. Her soft, resentful mumbles reached his ears, but he dismissed them with a subtle smirk, choosing instead to focus on Olivia, whose fascination with his cock was far more captivating.
His hand closed over hers, guiding her fingers along his throbbing shaft, his voice a low, sultry growl that pulled her deeper into their taboo game.
"Hey Mom..." He murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with a fervent intensity. "Imagine this massive cock sliding in and out of your pussy, stretching you, filling you and use that same force, that same pressure, to stroke me now. Move your hand up and down, make your boyfriend feel good."
Olivia gulped, her cheeks flushing with a bold, flustered excitement as she obeyed, her hand gliding along his shaft with a steady rhythm, increasing the speed while maintaining a firm, constant pressure.
"Splurt!♡~ Splish!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Her eyes darted to his cock, its veiny length pulsing in her grip, a mesmerizing sight that fueled her curiosity.
She then glanced up at him, her voice a soft, eager whisper, shimmering with a nervous anticipation. "Like this, Kafi? Am I...am I doing it right? Am I handling your cock properly?" Her strokes quickened, her fingers squeezing with a gentle tenderness, her body humming with the thrill of pleasing him.
Kafka let out a deep, throaty groan, his head tilting back slightly, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
"Fuck, Mom, yeah, that's good." He said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're doing a damn good job, stroking me just right. Keep it up, you're making me feel so fucking good." His praise sent a spark of joy through her, her eyes lighting up with a giddy, unfiltered delight, her shame fading under the heat of his approval.
"Squelch!♡~ Glug!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Squish!♡~"
"Really, Kafi?" She asked, her voice trembling with excitement, her hand moving faster, her strokes more confident. "I'm really doing a good job? I'm...I'm making you feel good?" Her eyes shimmered, her heart racing with a proud, exhilarating warmth, the act of stroking her son's cock losing its taboo weight in the glow of his encouragement.
"Of course, Mom." He said, his eyes burning with affection. "You can feel it, can't you? My cock's throbbing like crazy, practically bursting in your hand. You're doing a splendid job, just don't stop now and keep making your man feel good."
His words stoked her enthusiasm, her body buzzing with a bold, carefree joy as she ignored the lingering whispers of guilt, her focus entirely on the pulsing heat in her hand.
"Plop!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Splat!♡~ Slosh!♡~"
As she stroked with one hand, Kafka gently took her other, guiding it lower to the heavy, swollen balls beneath his cock, his touch firm but encouraging.
"Now, Mom, use this hand to explore the last part." He murmured, his voice a coaxing whisper. "Grab my balls gently, massage 'em, feel 'em while you rub my cock. Get to know every inch of your boyfriend."
Olivia's eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her face as she hesitated, her voice a soft, nervous protest. "Kafi, is...is that okay?" She asked, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "I've heard that part's really sensitive, that it can hurt if I press too hard. Are you sure it's alright?" Her fingers hovered near his balls, her heart pounding with a cautious curiosity, her body tense with the fear of causing him pain.
Kafka chuckled, his hand pushing hers closer, making her fingers brush the warm, heavy orbs, guiding her to grip them gently.
"No big deal, Mom." He said, his voice dripping with playful confidence. "I got balls of steel down there. Even if you tried to crush 'em, nothing would happen, your hands would probably hurt before I felt a thing." His teasing tone made her blush, her lips curling into a shy smile as she relaxed, emboldened by his assurance.
Just as he'd said, Olivia began to play with his balls, her fingers wiggling around them, exploring their shape and size with a fascinated, almost childlike wonder.
The sensation was strange,firm yet yielding, their sheer heft surprising her as she squeezed gently, rolling them in her palm while her other hand continued stroking his cock.
"Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splurt!♡~"
Her eyes sparkled with a bold, curious delight, her body humming with the thrill of discovery.
"So, Mom, you like it? You like groping your boyfriend's balls, feeling 'em in your hand? Tell me, what's it like, playing with your son's sack like this?" Kafka leaned forward, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a low, provocative murmur.
Olivia gushed, her cheeks flaming as she answered, her voice a soft, excited rush. "I...I don't know if I like it, Kafi, but it feels...nice, kind of." She admitted, her fingers squeezing his balls gently, her touch growing bolder. "It's like...like touching a stress ball, you know? Soft but firm, fun to play with, to wiggle around in my hand."
"It reminds me of when I was a kid, playing with those bouncy balls, just...squeezing and tossing them around."
Her laugh was nervous but genuine, her eyes shimmering with a nostalgic joy, even as she realized the absurdity of comparing her son's balls to childhood toys.
"It's silly, I know, but it's...it's kind of fun."
Kafka chuckled, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer, his voice a low, appreciative growl. "Fuck, Mom, that's adorable." He said, his eyes burning with delight. "My girlfriend's out here, playing with my balls like they're her favorite toy, getting all nostalgic...You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
He paused, his gaze softening, then continued, his tone turning teasing.
"I even bet you've seen these before, though, huh? Back when I was a baby, changing my diapers, giving me baths...But can you tell what's different now, Mom? Tell me, what's it like seeing your little boy's balls all grown up?"
Olivia's eyes widened, a surge of bold, unfiltered excitement rushing through her as she squeezed his balls gently, her other hand stroking his cock with a steady rhythm.
"Oh, Kafi, you're right!" She said, her voice trembling with a giddy, almost daring enthusiasm. "When you were a baby, I'd see you naked all the time, changing your diapers, washing you in the tub."
"Your little balls were so tiny back then, so cute and adorable. I used to giggle at how small they were, how you'd squirm when I cleaned you." Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with a fond, nostalgic warmth, her fingers exploring his balls with a growing confidence. "But now? Oh my gosh, you've changed so much. That baby's long gone, and now there's this...this man in front of me, with balls so big I can't even wrap my hand around them. I have to feel each one separately, they're so huge!"
"Damn right, Mom." Kafka's chuckle was deep, his hand caressing her cheek, his voice a low, proud murmur. "Those little baby balls are history. Now I got these big, heavy ones, full of my seed, pumping it out by the second."
"...But with how much cum I'm making, it's only natural they'd be this massive, right? Gotta hold all that load somewhere."
He said in a filthy manner and Olivia's eyes widened, her breath catching as she processed his words, her fingers trembling against his balls, their weight and warmth a stark reminder of his virility.
"They're full of your c-cum?" She whispered, her voice a soft, awestruck murmur, her body buzzing with a bold, forbidden excitement. "Are they...they really full of your seed? Is that why they're this huge?"
Her question was genuine, her curiosity overriding her shame, her hands moving in tandem,one stroking his cock, the other massaging his balls,with a rhythm that felt natural, instinctive.
"Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splurt!♡~"
"Damn right, Mom." He said, his tone thick with confidence, his cock throbbing in her hand like a living thing. "My dick's a baby-making machine, so it's only natural my balls are churning out seed like there's no tomorrow."
"I could stuff a woman's pussy so full, even after pulling out, my cum would be overflowing, dripping down her thighs, making a complete mess on the floor."
He paused, his grin widening as he added,
"Hell, I could probably fill two women at once, pump both their pussies full of my seed at the same time, and still have more to spare." His. words were brimming with a cocky pride, his gaze locked on Olivia's, daring her to react.
Olivia's breath caught, her eyes widening with a gasp of disbelief, her fingers faltering on his cock as she processed his bold claim. "Really, Kafi?" She whispered, her voice trembling with awe and skepticism, her cheeks flushing with a flustered embarrassment. "You...You come that much? Wouldn't you get dehydrated or something? I mean, even with balls that big, that shouldn't be possible, should it?"
Her gaze darted to his heavy, swollen orbs, her hand still massaging them gently, her curiosity warring with her incredulity as she stared at him, her heart racing.
Kafka chuckled, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close until her breasts pressed against his chest, his warmth enveloping her. "You don't believe me, Mom?" He teased, his voice a low, sultry murmur, his lips grazing her ear. "That's fine, since I'll prove it to you right now. With your hands working me so good, I'll surely busy in a minute. And then you'll see it, feel it, all that seed I'm talking about."
His words sent a jolt of panic through her, her body tensing with a frantic excitement as she realized how close he was and her eyes flicked to his cock, her hand squeezing the shaft as she felt its violent twitches, her voice rising in a worried, flustered rush.
"Kafi, is that why you're throbbing so much?" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with alarm. "Your cock's twitching like it's...it's about to explode! What do I do? What do I do when your seed comes out? I've never...I don't have any experience with this! Should I...should I grab something to catch it? Is there a towel or some kind of...apparatus for this?"
Her words tumbled out, her heart pounding with a nervous desperation, her fingers trembling against his cock.
"Goddamn, Mom, you're so fucking adorable." Kafka's laugh was deep, his hand reaching up to tug gently on her cheek, his voice dripping with affectionate amusement. "Doing something this lewd, stroking your boyfriend's cock like a pro, and you're worried about an 'apparatus'?"
"...Well, let me inform you that you don't need anything special, Mom. Just catch it with your hand, that's more than enough." His tone was reassuring, but his gaze turned darker, more commanding, as he pulled Abigaille closer with his other arm, her body still grinding against his thigh, her pussy slick with arousal.
"Usually, Mom ,takes care of it herself." He added, his voice a low, provocative growl, his eyes flicking to Abigaille. "She just sucks my cock and drinks it all down, every drop...But since you're still new to this, you don't need to do that and can simply catch it in your hands."
Olivia's eyes widened, her breath catching at the revelation, her gaze darting to Abigaille, who flushed but didn't deny it, her hips rocking faster against Kafka's thigh. Kafka then ignored Olivia's shock, turning to Abigaille, his voice a teasing murmur.
"What about you, Mom? You close? You reaching that peak, ready to squirt all over my thigh?"
Abigaille's voice broke into a cry of ecstasy, her body trembling as she clutched his chest, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
"Yes, Kafi, I'm so close!♡~" She gasped, her tone thick with desperation. "I'm gonna come, gonna squirt my juices all over your thigh!♡~ I'm coming with you, baby, let's come together!♡~" Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy grinding against him, leaving a glistening trail as she chased her climax.
Kafka nodded, stroking Abigaille's cheek, his voice a low, encouraging growl. "That's it, Mom, come with me. Let's do this, mother and son, hitting that peak together." He turned to Olivia, his eyes burning with urgency, his hand guiding hers to stroke faster. "You hear that, Mom? We're both ready to blow, so stroke harder, make me come right along with Mom."
"Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splurt!♡~"
Olivia's cheeks flamed, her heart racing with a flustered, frantic energy as she obeyed, her hand pumping his cock with a fierce, determined rhythm, her other hand massaging his balls, feeling their heavy, pulsing weight.
"O-Okay, Kafi. I'll do as you say...I'll make you come!"
She whispered, her voice trembling with excitement, her movements growing more frantic as she realized the moment had arrived. She felt his cock throb violently, a primal warning, and Kafka let out a shout, his voice raw with pleasure.
"Fuck, Mom, I'm coming! I'm coming right now! Catch it, catch it all!"
Just as he'd instructed, Olivia froze her strokes, her one hand still gripping his shaft, the other darting to the tip, cupping it like a shield and then suddenly a sudden, forceful burst of semen erupted, splashing into her palm, thick and hot, coating her hand in a relentless stream that didn't seem to stop.
"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her breath catching as the white, viscous liquid overflowed, dripping down her fingers, painting her hand like a bucket of paint had been spilled.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
"Kafi, it's...it's so much!" She gasped, her voice trembling with awe, her body buzzing with a wild, exhilarating shock at the sheer volume.
At the same moment, Abigaille reached her climax, her body seizing as she clutched Kafka's chest, her voice a desperate cry. "Kafi, I'm coming! I'm coming on your thigh!"
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
Her pussy squirted, a gush of clear liquid soaking his leg, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm tore through her, her body trembling in his embrace.
"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
She collapsed against him, panting, her release finally easing the pressure she'd been holding in, her thigh slick with her juices, a lewd mirror to the mess on Olivia's hand.